Life Of A Fuck-Up

Siopao and Peanut Butter work together

CHAPTER SIX [F-U#6]

"One bowl of your fucking specialty please! Oh and, can you guys cook fucking oatmeal?"

"What?"

"T.M, you brat. Ignore him, don't listen to him, we'll just have one bowl of your specialty, and a...water bottle."

"Fuck you, Toll! Can't you order for your fucking wife-band?!"

"E-excuse me?"

"If you don't want anything other than oatmeal, then no. If by any chance, you do, then order it yourself."

"How dare you!"

"Is that all you're going to retort? If so, shut up so we can confirm our orders."

"U-um, is everything a-alright?"

"Yes, that is all."

The man who was taking orders, fucking sprinted towards the back door. Probably wanting to get the hell out of our banting.

Who wouldn't, honestly?

The next thing you fucking know, you're getting fucking dragged in!

And wait! I HAVEN'T TAKEN MY FUCKING ORDER YET!

I stood up from the stool i was fucking sitting on, placed my hands on the wooden counter, and then fucking yelled like Tarzan.

"Wait! One set of takoyaki please! One fucking set!"

Once i was done fucking screaming like i just celebrated Dora finally seeing the things around her, (no offense Dor-dor! You're fucking cool!)
I sat back down and did a motion that looked like i was lighting a fucking cigarette.

Whipping my fucking gaze towards the human pole.

"So, you didn't fucking retort on the 'wife-band' huh?"

Feeling like he sensed fucking danger, Toll was quick to fucking glare at me.

Damn! If there was an award for 'most glares pointed to teenagers' bet you darlings that Toll would fucking own it!

"Don't you dare."

"Try me, bitch."

"T.M." He growled out. Noticing movement on his right hand, I glanced at it and saw his thumb flicking his fucking index finger.

A tick.

It was a habit of his when he was fucking holding himself back.

Another thing to fucking work on.

I grinned widely and stuck my fucking tongue out.

And before this gorilla man can pounce on me, I stood up and fucking announced:

"Attention everyone! This man right here, who is fucking chained to me, just accepted that he married me. Thus, accepting that i am his fucking wife-band! Give him a round of applause, darlings!"

The people inside the fucking restaurant, though different emotions plastered on their faces, hesitantly applauded.

HAZAAR! TAKE THAT, TAN GOLF-BOY!

I bowed dramatically and sat down even more fucking dramatically!

Turning to look beside me, I saw the fucking grim reaper.

All he needs is the proper fucking attire and his scythe, then he's good to fucking go!

"Your fault!" I shouted, while grinning from ear to fucking ear.